At that moment, all rational thoughts die a shocked death.

Nate reaches forward, tags the lollipop from my drink again, and before I realize what’s happening, he begins to paint my lips with the wet, sticky candy of the lollipop, and the music changes from some Justin Timberlake song to something I haven’t ever heard before. His features morph into a sadistic grin and an equally wicked gleam shines in his eyes before pulling the candy away and dropping it back into the glass.

Call it intuition, but the second I see both his palms press against the bar’s surface, I reach out and tag the glass in my hand, pulling it toward my chest just as he literally jumps from where he had been standing on the ground to a crouched position with his feet on the bar.

I hear the whole club go electric and notice just out of the corner of my eye that my brown-eyed friend is also standing on the bar as the song’s lyrics hit my brain. Something about lollipops.

Holy shit.

Nate stands, his body moving with the music, and I back up to see him a little better. A small step, but that’s all that is needed. He reaches up, his eyes never leaving mine, and grabs some handle thing that is hanging above him.

You know that scene in Magic Mike when Mike is spinning and all that on the stage … well, that’s the only way I can describe what Nate does next. One large fist around the handle holds his huge body up while spinning him in quick circles. I gasp when he lets go and slams his feet back down on the bar. He doesn’t even look the slightest bit dizzy when he drops down to his hands and knees against the wooden surface.

He flips his loose hair from his face and turns his head to look directly into my eyes, pulling his thick bottom lip into his mouth as he starts to fuck the wood under his body. I have to squeeze my legs together with the vision before me because I know, I just know, if I were under him with my legs spread, his dick would be drilling into my body, deep and hard.

When he pushes up and spins on his knees to face me, his crotch eye level with my face, he slowly starts to move his shirt up. As he reveals each deliciously hard ab, I can hear the screams around us getting louder.

I hear the music increase in tempo as he leans forward, dropping his shirt and covering his beautiful body. I stand there in shock as he pulls the lollipop back up from my drink and presses the cold, wet candy against my lips. They part without conscious thought to take the lollipop inside my mouth.

The song ends and he gives me a wink as he pulls the candy from my mouth and into his own before he jumps from the bar to the space in front of me. I feel lightheaded when he leans down and runs his nose against the shell of my ear, making me gasp.

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“You.Are.Mine,” he growls before taking my earlobe between his lips and biting my flesh roughly between his teeth. A moan rumbles from deep in his chest and his breath echoes in my ear.

And what do I do?

I stand there and come, again, from just the simplest of touches.

Well, fuck me.

“STOP MOVING,” I GROAN AND pull my covers over my head as I pray for my stomach to stop swirling.

“I’m not moving, the world is,” Nikki rasps from behind me and rips the covers from my face to cocoon herself in some weird blanket burrito.

She wiggles some more and the movement makes my stomach instantly revolt. I jump from the bed, almost tripping over where Bam is laying on the floor. I’m sure if I could see the weird dance I make to keep from stumbling to the ground, I would laugh, but instead, my eyes start to water as I run through my dark bedroom and into to the bathroom. My knees slam on the ground so hard it feels like my teeth rattle in my mouth. Ignoring the pain, I lift the lid and vomit violently.

“Oh, God!” I hear Nikki scream and the sounds of her rushing from the bedroom. I can hear her own sounds of being sick echo through my house and hope she, at least, made it to the guest bathroom before losing the contents of her stomach.




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